Tidbits and Oddends - A Stamp Rally Colletion: The Entire Character List - QNA (3)

Another page turns, and a new crowd gathers.

“Alright, the question is: what makes your stomach turn?”

 

Kal Durin:

“My stomach turn? Like out of fear or like, just a bad taste type of thing?”

 

There was a second of silence, before the interviewer shrugged.

“… Okay, well. I think the thing that makes my stomach turn is honestly other people like me.” Kal shifted, crossing his arms as he gave the interviewer a dirty look.

 

“Like, Meowths?” The interviewer attempted to clarify.

 

“Yeah, sick freaks. I should be the only one.” Kal smirked at his own joke, but the smile faltered a bit after a moment. “No, but really. It's quite a bother being around them. I never get along with them. It is what it is I guess, I don't have to deal with them, and that's all that matters now.”

 

King Azure:

“Hehehehhh, you're a funny guy.” King cackled, tentacles moving to cover his own mouth as his hearty laugh echoed across the walls.

 

“What's… funny about the question?” The interviewer shifted uncomfortably in their chair.

 

“I don't gotta fear shit!! Look at me! If I'm gonna be King of the fuckin' sea, I ain't fearful. No, I understand the risk, but I push past those odds! Ya' can't falter for a moment, or else they'll come for ya!!”

 

“Dart”:

“Hmmm.” Dart placed her hands on her head for a moment, her chin resting on her palms as she kicked her legs in thought. The table that she kicked rattled a few times. The interviewer was staying silent while Dart mulled the matter over.

 

“I think it's the smell of soap.” Dart concluded, perking up and staring the interviewer down for a moment.

“The… smell of soap” The interviewer recited, awestruck.

 

“Yep.” Dart nodded, not clarifying any further.

 

Hermes Bell:

 

“Oh!! This is easy, I'm terrified of heights!!”

 

An awkward pause carried over the room, a silent acknowledgement of the fact that the creature, with wings, was afraid of heights. Hermes seemed to have noticed this, as he immediately piped up again. “Hey!! Just because I have wings doesn't mean I shouldn't be afraid!! Most of us are supposed to stay on the ground!! Way away from the sky!!”

 

“Right… Well, thank you for your time, Hermes--”

“What makes your stomach turn? C'mon, I'm not giving away my secrets just to be left hangin' like this!!” Hermes' shell slightly opened, wider than usual. It showed off the fact that Hermes was peering at him, his large eyes just barely peeking over the table.

“Uh… right. I guess my biggest fear is, public speaking…” The interviewer scratched their head, unsure of why the Shellder was asking this.

“You're speaking with me right now, though?” Hermes added.

“… Yeah, this is a one on one conversation, though?” 

-- NOTE: REST OF THE CONVERSATION CUT, IT WENT ON FOR AGES AND WE SHARED SOME THINGS THAT I WOULD NOT LIKE ON RECORD. THANK YOU. --

— The Interviewer.

 

Micah Sitrus:

“When the storms came for me, the nights were so lonesome. I only felt the bitter nibbling of the cold winds, freezing my wings without mercy every night. When I was kicked out from my home, it was the worst days of my life. But I have a love, hate relationship with that cold landscape I once wandered. You understand? It's home to me, truly, but the memories it holds…” Micah shook his head, deciding to stare at the interviewer from across the table. His luminescent eyes wide as he was fumbling for words. “I--I…” 

 

-- Micah asked for the rest of this interview to be cut. --

 

Wesley Marigold:

 

“Oh my goodness, probably a fear of my lovely queen dying! The thought of her not caring for us anymore, it hurts my soul…” Wesley zipped very close to the interviewer's face.

“You… have a queen? You live in the city, yeah? How do Combee colonies even work in there?” the interviewer couldn't help but ask.

 

“Oh, we do live in the city! It's essentially a colony of us that have a whole building. It really speeds up processing times, and it actually gave us the holy invention. They call it 'breaks'! So sometimes I get to work in the meadows, and sometimes I get to do my very own thing!”

“Wow…” the interviewer feigned sounding enthused.

“I know!! It's crazy!!” Wesley chimed, all three of his sections nodding their heads. The interviewer would've asked about how that worked, but they preferred to keep things simple.

 

Marianne Marble:

“Eh, I've never really thought about fears too much. I try to live life with a healthy amount of fear, y'know. Enough to keep yourself safe, but not enough to be paranoid! Although, I am a bit paranoid of the deep ocean.” Marianne bobbed up and down, floating over the table wistfully. “Luckily, I've never needed to go there, so I don't have to wonder what's down there! Heh, it's a relief…”

 

Frankie River:

“Speaker malfunctions.” Frankie snorted, as if it was obvious.

“Uh, care to clarify?” The interviewer asked.

 

“Do you know how easy it is to blow an eardrum if you don't plug your speakers in, right? It's real easy, that's why I only hire the best to do it for me. Or hell, I do it myself.” Frankie raised their brow, looking over the interviewer for a moment. “The more you know, eh?”

“You could say that again…” The interviewer sighed, closing their notes.